His Rose; Her Knight

Two

The blaring sound of the radio woke me from my deep sleep. After about 20 minutes of laying there staring at the ceiling, I got out of bed.

I turned the shower on and waited for it to heat up. I stared at my reflection. Slight bruises were left where my father grabbed my chin and my wrist.

I painted my face with concealer to cover up the bruises. I pouted and rolled my eyes.

You can do this. Lie until you believe it.

The door to the math room opened and in came the arrogant cliche jocks. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the fiftieth time this morning. It was a routine day so far. I hadn't gotten in trouble yet, and my parents are back to ignoring me for now.

It'd be easier if I had any friends. I have a couple people that talk to me but we're not really friends. I've only ever had one true friend but that was before everything went down, and before he moved away.

"Briar." The name barely heard as I doodled in my notebook.

"Ms. Fairfield." I looked up rolling my eyes.

"Since you seem to already know what we are going over why don't you come to the board and solve the problems." The teacher seemed annoyed but I didn't care. I slid my chair back loudly and those around me cringed at the sound. Slowly, I made my way to the board.

I heard the whispers as I walked.

She thinks she's so cool, as if.

She may be crazy but she's still hot.

The teacher wants her to do the problems no one else could solve. I doubt she knows what 2+2 is.

The old me would never be able to get up in front of my peers. The teacher hands me the dry erase marker and smirks. I keep my bored expression the whole time. The problems aren't even that hard. I solve them quickly and curtsy to the teacher before handing her the marker and returning to my seat.

The rest of the school day passes quickly since I use each class as time to rest since I can't really at home.

The bell rang and every one rushed to the last class. I groaned and got out of me seat and left the class room. I walked out the big doors in the front and hopped in my car.

I rolled the windows down and turned my music up.

"Hey, Briar there is another block left. Where do you think you are going?" One of the teachers yelled from the entrance. I held my hand out the window and gave her the middle finger as I drove away.

***

I put my keys on the table by the door and flung my blazer onto the table with it.

I just need to change out of my uniform so I can go to Bonnie's. I start walking up the stairs when I hear my parents and freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here? We don't pay for you to go to the best school in the city for you to not attend it!" My father stalked over to the bottom of the stairs. I had only gotten a few stairs up so he easily pulled me to the ground by my hair.

He kicked my stomach a couple times before pulling me up and pushing me against the wall.

"Get out of my house. You can come back tomorrow when you've decided to obey me."

And then I did the stupidest thing I've ever done.

"No."

"What did you say to me?" He spat in my face.

I wiped my face before replying,"I said no."

He punched my jaw and slapped me before letting my fall to the ground and kicking me some more.

Then he left. I hit the ground and stared at my badly beaten reflection in the newly polished tiles.

Why do I have to push him. I should have learned my lesson by now. I looked up and my mother was standing beside the stares glaring at me.

I glared back at her as I got up and grabbed my keys. I got in my car and drove to the nearest clothing store.

***

The club was surprisingly busy. Its an invite only club where the paparazzi are not allowed. For the richest in the city.

The bouncer knew to let me in because of how often I come here.

I had bought a dress before I came but I hadn't bothered to hide any marks on my face left by my father earlier. It's very dark in here and I doubt anyone would be sober enough to notice.

I carefully sat down on one of the stools at the bar. The bartender asks what I want to drink and I tell him whatever will get me drunk quickly.

After a few drinks I'm starting to feel tipsy.  I sense someone sit down beside me, I look at them and see the guy that bought all the roses the other day.

He looked down at me as I looked at him.

Ugh, he's hot. He probably has a girlfriend though, why else would he buy so many roses. He's wearing a suit again. He looks hot in it so I'm not complaining.

"You look familiar." I slur slightly.

"Yeah you work at Bonnie's Bouquets right?"

I nod, "I mean you looked familiar  when you came to the shop." I try to remember how I know him. "Where are you from?"

"I've lived here my whole life. I just got back from a trip overseas though." He replied.

Part of me is disappointed. It's not my Xander. I guess he's not coming back.

I put my right hand out to him after finishing my drink. "I'm Briar."

He shakes my hand, "Alex."

He notices the marks on my face and frowns. He opens his mouth to ask about them but I cut him off.

"Well, Alex I have to go." I get off the stool and head to the exit without looking back.

"Wait..." I hear quietly but I can't go back.

***

Mary snuck me into the house so that I wouldn't have to sleep outside. She holds my cheek and stares at the fresh bruises. I give her a small smile and go up to my room.

I look to the picture by my bedside table and grab the notebook and pen beside it.

Tears come to my eyes as I remember that he's not coming back to save me. He never will.

I open the notebook to where I left off.

Dear Xander...